If you can take a rain check for a stormy night,
Then I will troll you till you old, like you're Betty White.
You can troll me any other day, pick a fight.
But not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday night.
And not the weekend either 'cause I got some code to write.
I promise I'm a hear you out when the time is right,
Let's have a talk, August 7, 2099,
At your chat or mine?
This ain't a good time,
But when is it ever?
I know the perfect time,
And Chrisso that's never.
So don't you dare troll me now,
Throw my heart on the ground,
Cause tonight, ain't the night for trollol,
But you can troll me tomorrow.
Hey, why you turn around and walk away?
I *now you got a lot to say,
And I really want to troll about it.
Just not today, not today.
Is there an instrument to measure all the trollin' and
A looking glass so we can see where all the chatters went?
I need a button I can push so we can start again,
Chrisso you bring me to my knees like Nancy Kerrigan.
This ain't a good time,
But when is it ever?
I know the perfect time,
And Chrisso that's never.
So don't you dare troll me now,
Throw my heart on the ground,
Cause tonight, ain't the night for trollol,
But you can troll me tomorrow.
You can troll me, you can troll me, you can troll me, you can troll me,
You can troll me, you can troll me, you can troll me, you can troll me tomorrow.
You can troll me tomorrow, you can troll me tomorrow, Chrisso save it for tomorrow.
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